Butterfly Innocence Poems

Dancing in my heart,some friendship it seems
a solace butterfly , fluttering it seems
a moon with many faces,all bright it seems 
for love is freedom,all pure...

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Night Labor
by Michael R. Burch

for Rachel Corrie

Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not...

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Maybe what I did will change her life, forever engraved into whom she becomes. 
For the worst or the best, I’ll never know unless she...

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A beautiful little princess wishes she were someone else
Perhaps a blue bird that sings or a black crow with a shrill    ...

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To my Sun, l've become
silent to the screeching 
screams from sirens, 
hiding beneath sapphire seas.
I'm floating like tepid
ripples in wandering waves, 
serenading in songs 
from...

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Golden curls catch the morning sun,
Festooned with shards of amber light.
Cascades with grace across her face,
An innocent smile of pure delight.

On a playground of soft...

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Are you the butterfly
while in my dreams
I flit after Soshi?
—Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It's not at all anxious to bloom,
the plum tree at...

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Butterfly, red or green,
You are a miracle,
You twirl
Under the sun.

Dragonfly, red or blue,
You are a miracle,
Your wings sparkle
Under the sun.

Butterfly, green or blue,
You are a...

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It was a normal afternoon
All I could hear was a happy tune
The tune of my life sweet as my dreams
The air of celebrations around me...

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You want to reach out
And touch her
To stroke her golden fur
But no,
This one fights back
She isn’t yours.
She’s hers and hers alone.
She’ll sting you for your...

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It happened long ago and yet the memory lingers…the day a butterfly stopped to rest upon their daughter’s finger.

Somehow that butterfly sensed landing on that...

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Open Fields 


We are but paper planes to birdie wings 
songs left unsung 
 battles left unwon 

I am but a fly on the wall...

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There is a a purity born into every baby…an innocence that runs deep…I imagine every parent feels it whenever they watch their baby sleep.

We not...

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Piercing screams slice the air
Creating a sense of joy with laughter
Coloring the moments in exhilaration
Left behind from some child’s imagination

Echoes of small feet darting and...

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The oblong Oak crown sways atop its handle
In the night breeze
Like a spoon stirring its sugar and cream
Patiently
Into the tea of outer space

While underneath
An evening...

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